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A Poem: Baroque... Oh Music Sweet

by Margaret Okubo

The sound of baroque fills the airthe lively beats one can hearas senses reel to music sweetelves dance upon imaginary leaves.The orchestra reaches crescendoshattering crystals of chandeliers on highstaccatto beats .....the doe skids across the icy fieldas snow cascade down from cypress trees.Violins squeak ...Trombones blaremandolins vibrate the inner ear.The harp thrills......soft ripples along the narrow stream,fish jumping into sunbeams.Cymbals clash, a metallic crash...splintered timbers caught in lightening flashA silent throb...the music dims... a cool beeze flows over the hillssoothing, drawing all into a warm embracecalming the spirit , slowing the pace.The music wanes...... delicate snowflakes stuck to window panesA Grand finale......twitching nerves that long for solace. Silence now as the music stops.Peace follows music sweet.... into dreams. Baroque music lives on....do not weep.Sleep now ....sleep.